Gabrielle
It was strange. Really strange how quickly I became used to the way Diablo seemed to command my body. And he had absolutely no qualms about making me screaming my pleasure to the ceiling , even going as far as pinning my wrists to the bed when I tried to bite down on my fist to stay quiet. He wanted me to be loud.
And he was insatiable.
I had woken up to his calloused fingers running up and down my sides. Tantalisingly close to my breast.
The same breast he had in his mouth when my bedroom door crashed back open.
“I swear to god can’t I get a little fooking privacy.” He growled as he came off my left n****e with a wet pop.
“s**t sorry Diablo.” Jetts voice was strained as I scrambled to cover my nudity with the sheet. When the door opened I had expected it to be Sara
